Chapter 573 Honey, Can You Be Gentle?

"Ron probably won't be able to play the big bad."

After class on Monday morning, George found Anton in the lobby on the first floor, "It seems that we have another candidate."

Anton froze for a moment, "Did something happen to him?"

Fred smiled and put his arm on George's shoulder, "His pet mouse is sick and can't eat all day. It looks skinny and looks a little frightened."

George spread his hands, "It can't be blamed, Hermione's weird cat is too scary, when he heard Ron say that Scabbers (the name of the mouse) was in the schoolbag, he pounced on it and tried to tear open the schoolbag while everyone was not paying attention. It grabs it."

"Extraordinary spirituality."

"If it wasn't for Hermione's hard-to-talk, maybe we could find some cute fluffy boys for this cat, and they would have some very interesting love crystallizations."

Anton listened to their narration with a strange expression, smacked his mouth, "It would be too evil to do so."

"We won't force it." George looked serious.

"Yes, we will prepare the rabbit fluff and see if it is interested." Fred chuckled.

"It's still very evil!" Hannah rolled her eyes as she passed by a few people, "Don't think I don't know, you guys will concoct the smell that civet cats like, and spray this potion on the rabbit furry, prompting them to produce things that were impossible before. 'love'."

Anna, who quietly followed others to chat, was stunned for a moment, "It seems that human beings do the same thing, but we call it perfume."

Hannah blinked, "..."

"Hahaha~" All three Weasleys laughed.

Hannah stuck out her tongue at the three of them, and grabbed Anna, "It seems that Anton has led you into trouble, let's talk and ignore them."

At this moment, a senior Gryffindor classmate rushed out and yelled at the twins from a distance, "George, Fred, hurry up, go back to the common dormitory, the fat lady has been attacked!"

Fred froze for a moment, "Been attacked?"

"Yes." The senior student waved his arms excitedly, "The entire canvas was cracked, pieces fell all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas were completely torn from the frame."

"Do you know who did it?" George looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't know!" The senior classmate came over, looked around, and said to everyone with a mysterious face, "According to Peeves, it's a girl in a camouflage uniform. Everyone is still looking for the fat lady. Get the whole truth out of her mouth."

"Let's talk next time!" George and Fred turned to greet everyone at the same time, and followed the classmate to the dormitory.

"A girl in a camouflage uniform?" Anna looked confused.

Anton squinted his eyes, "Tsk~"

"It's really interesting~"

In the original book, it was Sirius Black who sneaked into the school, and his target was Ron's mouse Scabbers, which was the transformation of the enemy Peter Pettigrew's Animagus.

So, now that the butterfly's wings are flapping, where did this 'girl in camouflage uniform' come from?

And still sneaking into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry quietly?

One must know that Sirius had participated in the making of the Marauder's Map back then, so he knew so many secret passages into the school. Then, where did this girl come in from, and why did she have to go to Gryffindor's dormitory?

This is very strange.

Speaking of which, Anton suddenly thought that Neville had never helped him get Harry Potter's blood as an introduction to the ritual magic he prepared to find Sirius.

never mind.

Anton raised his eyebrows, but he was not in a hurry anyway.

He has been very busy recently, the magic weapons that dolls can use for the comeback of war chess, the improvement of the magic potion for dispelling human body deformation for the "rabbit fluffy feces", and the magic research in the direction of painting and art.

There is simply no time to think about anything more.

The house-elves in the Hogwarts back kitchen were as good as ever. After a delicious meal, Anton walked towards the library while thinking.

...

...

"Remember, the magic of hearing mysterious voices in mirrors that the old wizard taught us?"

"Remember, Harry, what's the matter?"

"I heard a woman's voice, and she said, 'Mr. Black, we caught that mouse for you, you teach us...', I didn't catch what I was teaching."

"Hey, Harry, I think you may be too nervous. You pay too much attention to Sirius. My dad reminded you not to try to find this man. It is said that he is a very scary and powerful wizard!"

"Shh, Anthony is here."

Anton was lowering his head and thinking about something, when some whispering voices came from his ears, he suddenly heard his name, and raised his head in astonishment, "You call me?"

"No!" Harry, Ron and Hermione shook their heads in unison.

Anton looked at them suspiciously, nodded his head as a greeting, and walked past them.

"Mrs. Pince, I'd like to borrow a copy..."

Anton froze for a moment, then suddenly pulled out his wand and put it in his mind, and quickly flipped through the memories just now—his eyes were lowered, but his eyes did not receive any information, and what he heard was the discussion of the trio Voice.

old wizard?

woman?

mouse?

Anton blinked, and the corners of his mouth curled up, yo ho.

"What book do you want?" Mrs. Pince swept the table with a feather duster.

"Have you ever heard of the magic of hearing voices in mirrors?"

"Merlin's beard!" Mrs. Pince waved the feather duster in displeasure, "Why do you study black magic every day? It's not good!"

She muttered a few words, and seeing Anton's firm eyes, she couldn't help but glared at Anton, and sighed helplessly, "In the third row of the G36 bookshelf in the restricted book area, there is a book called "Mirror Mirror Tells Me Quietly", which contains A wicked magician who trades his luck for the help of a mirror elf to find out."

"Luck?" Anton blinked. "That doesn't sound like good magic."

Mrs. Pince sneered, "Otherwise, why do you think you would be put into the restricted area? I advise you to use less of this kind of magic. If you use too much, it will bring great disaster to wizards."

"I see..." Anton nodded thoughtfully, "I choose to follow your advice and stay away from this terrible magic."

"Oh~ that's really good." Mrs. Pince smiled gratifiedly, "Tell me, what do you want to borrow this time?"

"Hey, "Take apart the fire dragon's chest and count how many ribs there are."

"!!!" Mrs. Pince's eyes widened suddenly, "Anthony Weasley! Can't you read some normal books?"

What Anton could do, he could only grin and smile, smiling brightly and innocently.

"Oh~"

Mrs. Pince rolled her eyes, "It's useless for me to play dumb, go ahead, remember, this book is classified as extremely dangerous, don't take it out of the library, just read it here."

"Okay~"

"Dear Mrs. Pince!"

"Take apart Charmander's chest and count how many ribs are there" tells the story of a frightening mad witch Dorothy and her cheating husband, a man nicknamed Charmander.

The mad witch is really crazy, but strong is also really strong.

If this ancient witch is described according to the modern magic system, she is probably a potion master, a magical zoology master, a spell master, and a top-level magic item master.

She is a well-known doctor in the castle. She has a very kind heart in a non-research state-she vows to help all disabled people.

This witch has a mysterious skill of forging the bones of magical animals into very useful prosthetic limbs.

This book was the only one in Professor Snape's list of books that was specifically marked as 'read carefully'.

because……

Anton took a deep breath, gently opened the book, and silently recited the spell on the cover of the book, the pages suddenly rippled like mercury.

Then, he slowly submerged his face into the mercury page.

At the top of the page was written the title—1 (runes), leather, in some sort of dark red dye.

Then, he found himself a goat tied to a rack, a middle-aged man with a dull face and a collapsed chest was sitting silently on a chair sharpening a boning knife.

In the gloomy dilapidated house, under the light of the torch, a witch in brightly colored clothes was muttering about the key point of 'skin'.

After the witch finished all the important points, the middle-aged man stood up holding the boning knife and looked at Anton dully.

Anton swallowed, and really wanted to say - dear, can you be gentle?

It's a pity that the words in his mouth can only be turned into a shrill cry—baa~~~

Really, sometimes I want to learn something but, it’s really hard to say~~~

There is something wrong with these ancient wizards who wrote the books!